Submissions by Vixenwings (Butterfly)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write whats on my mind. Most types of poems, most genres
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 00:04am
7th Nov 2012 00:04am
A continuance of "Bully"
I've been sitting in a court room.
Waiting here to speak.
Play the innocent victim card
"Self- defense" I'll plea.
But you and I both know
For me,
What really lies ahead.
I put you in the hospital
I beat you
Till my knuckles
Bled.
They won't want to take my offer.
Please.
They'll barely hear my case.
Of how you beat me
Every day
To "put me in my place".
They'll take one quick glance
Toward you
See the damage that I caused.
Maybe ask me how I did it.
And...
Waiting here to speak.
Play the innocent victim card
"Self- defense" I'll plea.
But you and I both know
For me,
What really lies ahead.
I put you in the hospital
I beat you
Till my knuckles
Bled.
They won't want to take my offer.
Please.
They'll barely hear my case.
Of how you beat me
Every day
To "put me in my place".
They'll take one quick glance
Toward you
See the damage that I caused.
Maybe ask me how I did it.
And...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2012 9:37pm
23rd Oct 2012 9:37pm
Changes
There's a lot about me
You may never know.
Memories I share with specific people.
Undescribable events.
Something I've come to terms with though
Is my change.
My physical change, for instance.
The change from hair down my back,
To barely even there.
The change of clothing.
From dresses, bras, and high heels,
To baggy pants, binders, and Converse.
The change from girl to boy.
From "her" to "him".
Then the change back to "her" again.
Then,
There's the mental change....
You may never know.
Memories I share with specific people.
Undescribable events.
Something I've come to terms with though
Is my change.
My physical change, for instance.
The change from hair down my back,
To barely even there.
The change of clothing.
From dresses, bras, and high heels,
To baggy pants, binders, and Converse.
The change from girl to boy.
From "her" to "him".
Then the change back to "her" again.
Then,
There's the mental change....
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2012 9:09pm
23rd Oct 2012 9:09pm
Mind Puke
I sit here.
Mind in havoc.
I think.
I think of all the things
In my life
That make me happy.
Things that make me sad.
Mad.
Even loving.
But even through all these things.
Only one idea repeats.
You.
Your eyes.
The way you speak.
The way I feel when you walk into a room.
The way you walk is even distinct.
I can find you in any crowd.
Describe you perfectly to anyone.
I keep thinking of these things.
But even good things
Change.
Mind in havoc.
I think.
I think of all the things
In my life
That make me happy.
Things that make me sad.
Mad.
Even loving.
But even through all these things.
Only one idea repeats.
You.
Your eyes.
The way you speak.
The way I feel when you walk into a room.
The way you walk is even distinct.
I can find you in any crowd.
Describe you perfectly to anyone.
I keep thinking of these things.
But even good things
Change.
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2012 3:55pm
8th Sep 2012 3:55pm
Stairwells and Feelings
He sits there in the stairwell
Crying softly as he speaks
The pain of separation
Has finally hit its peak..
I feel anger towards my parents
Pain in knowing simple facts
Like how I used to make him smile
And how he would make me laugh.
I know I shouldn't want to care
I know I should just cry
But all that I can think about
Is how life just passed me by.
I almost felt invisible
Intangible at best.
Like he became so much of me
That he took me when he left.
I know what this poem sounds like
Just another pity...
Crying softly as he speaks
The pain of separation
Has finally hit its peak..
I feel anger towards my parents
Pain in knowing simple facts
Like how I used to make him smile
And how he would make me laugh.
I know I shouldn't want to care
I know I should just cry
But all that I can think about
Is how life just passed me by.
I almost felt invisible
Intangible at best.
Like he became so much of me
That he took me when he left.
I know what this poem sounds like
Just another pity...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 9:00pm
3rd Sep 2012 9:00pm
Coincidence
I sit there in a pool of blood
No more sound to scream.
I place my head against the wall.
Why can't this be a dream?
It cannot be!
I scream and shout
In my fogging head.
The pool grows still
Around me now.
The pain sinks in
Another stab.
My world goes black.
I wake up drenched in my own sweat.
Tears slide down my face.
But wait, this poem stays afloat.
I haven't yet escaped.
I turn around
He's there again
With his bloody knife.
But it's not me he's killing now ...
No more sound to scream.
I place my head against the wall.
Why can't this be a dream?
It cannot be!
I scream and shout
In my fogging head.
The pool grows still
Around me now.
The pain sinks in
Another stab.
My world goes black.
I wake up drenched in my own sweat.
Tears slide down my face.
But wait, this poem stays afloat.
I haven't yet escaped.
I turn around
He's there again
With his bloody knife.
But it's not me he's killing now ...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Aug 2012 2:17am
21st Aug 2012 2:17am
Emotions
Sadness and anger are things I will feel
Envy towards people who don't have to fear
Little kids who have moms that don't look in disgust
Forward at me, my scars, and my cuts.
Mutilation is a funny word
Used as a verb in this context.
To cut your skin to the point of severe bleeding.
I'd cut and scratch at myself until my arms were raw
Lie in my bed until the wounds closed
Again I'd open them, so they'd scar nicely enough to be seen
Till my mom saw my arms and legs one day..
I was moody most days
On drugs the rest
Now I'm...
Envy towards people who don't have to fear
Little kids who have moms that don't look in disgust
Forward at me, my scars, and my cuts.
Mutilation is a funny word
Used as a verb in this context.
To cut your skin to the point of severe bleeding.
I'd cut and scratch at myself until my arms were raw
Lie in my bed until the wounds closed
Again I'd open them, so they'd scar nicely enough to be seen
Till my mom saw my arms and legs one day..
I was moody most days
On drugs the rest
Now I'm...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 11:24pm
20th Jul 2012 11:24pm
My Masquerade
Welcome all
The dance awaits.
Grab a mask
The night will wake.
Strapping young men
And ladies alike
All shall be shown
Quite a handsome, sweet night.
Around and around
The dancing shall go
As, one by one,
They will be picked for the show.
Dazzled and dangerous
I make myself known
A Phantom of night
I allow myself shown.
My party, you see
Was no party at all.
Just a mere curtain I fear.
Not a real ball.
At least not for them
As they lie there in fright.
I show...
The dance awaits.
Grab a mask
The night will wake.
Strapping young men
And ladies alike
All shall be shown
Quite a handsome, sweet night.
Around and around
The dancing shall go
As, one by one,
They will be picked for the show.
Dazzled and dangerous
I make myself known
A Phantom of night
I allow myself shown.
My party, you see
Was no party at all.
Just a mere curtain I fear.
Not a real ball.
At least not for them
As they lie there in fright.
I show...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 9:06pm
20th Jul 2012 9:06pm
A Love Poem
Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
I am a Computer Geek
And I feel emotion toward you
You're sleeker than a Macintosh
Lighter than a NetBook
Cooler than my Clickwheel
And better than my books
I have officially concluded
You sit exactly five feet and eleven inches from me today.
That's two feet and four inches closer than
You were sent last time my way.
You are my complimentary angle.
We are blue and orange on a wheel of color.
The perfect match
In the ultimate equation.
It only figures ...
Violets are #0000FF
I am a Computer Geek
And I feel emotion toward you
You're sleeker than a Macintosh
Lighter than a NetBook
Cooler than my Clickwheel
And better than my books
I have officially concluded
You sit exactly five feet and eleven inches from me today.
That's two feet and four inches closer than
You were sent last time my way.
You are my complimentary angle.
We are blue and orange on a wheel of color.
The perfect match
In the ultimate equation.
It only figures ...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2012 2:04am
27th May 2012 2:04am
The Hunt
I sit there in waiting
Still as the pond.
Crouched lo in the brush
I sit there in waiting.
I wait for her to come
Ever so near
To try to get past me
My teeth clenched in a sneer.
I am a wolf
A small one you see.
This is what I want.
This is my dream.
A deer stands so still
My prey it wil be
Soft brown as the dirt
All around me.
She moves so slightly
Sees me in hiding
Tries to run faster
Bushes no longer confiding
I run towads her
The chase has begun
But by the...
Still as the pond.
Crouched lo in the brush
I sit there in waiting.
I wait for her to come
Ever so near
To try to get past me
My teeth clenched in a sneer.
I am a wolf
A small one you see.
This is what I want.
This is my dream.
A deer stands so still
My prey it wil be
Soft brown as the dirt
All around me.
She moves so slightly
Sees me in hiding
Tries to run faster
Bushes no longer confiding
I run towads her
The chase has begun
But by the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2012 2:03am
27th May 2012 2:03am
Jacob Carson
Its not much of a superstition
Mostly just a gift
I see spirits of the dead
Ones that like to drift.
I see them reincarnated
It happens all the time.
Not the way they really died
But how they will look next.
I know a lot
About the living and the dead
I know they both have secrets and
They both hold lots of dread.
They can be happy though as well
Just like my best friend.
I have a spirit next to me
As I write this, till the end.
His name is Jacob Carson
Jake for short, he decrees.
He...
Mostly just a gift
I see spirits of the dead
Ones that like to drift.
I see them reincarnated
It happens all the time.
Not the way they really died
But how they will look next.
I know a lot
About the living and the dead
I know they both have secrets and
They both hold lots of dread.
They can be happy though as well
Just like my best friend.
I have a spirit next to me
As I write this, till the end.
His name is Jacob Carson
Jake for short, he decrees.
He...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th May 2012 4:55pm
26th May 2012 4:55pm
Dear Boss
Dear Boss,
I know you've found
My killings here
In dear London
Sweet Whitechapel
Where the whores all reside.
I know you found her
Mary Kelly.
She's dead.
I ripped out her organs
Tore off her face.
I know that you know who she is though
Dear Boss
You found some new sciences
To test her remains
For my prints.
But you will not find them.
For I am Jack.
The most notorious of Rippers.
Oh yes, there's more
Where I came from
Dear Boss.
I know you've found
My killings here
In dear London
Sweet Whitechapel
Where the whores all reside.
I know you found her
Mary Kelly.
She's dead.
I ripped out her organs
Tore off her face.
I know that you know who she is though
Dear Boss
You found some new sciences
To test her remains
For my prints.
But you will not find them.
For I am Jack.
The most notorious of Rippers.
Oh yes, there's more
Where I came from
Dear Boss.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2012 4:54pm
26th May 2012 4:54pm
Men and Women
Seeming as I'm both,
Men and women are
To put in simple words
Understandable at best.
They have there moments of confusion
Stubborness and hate
But they both operate
They help eachother out
Hurt eachother too
Make love, not war, for eachother
But the competitons aren't few.
As a woman I am no different
Than I am when I'm a man.
The personalities are the same
Just like the Raggedys, Andy and Anne.
Overall they are the same
They just have different parts.
Men's make them more arrogant ...
Men and women are
To put in simple words
Understandable at best.
They have there moments of confusion
Stubborness and hate
But they both operate
They help eachother out
Hurt eachother too
Make love, not war, for eachother
But the competitons aren't few.
As a woman I am no different
Than I am when I'm a man.
The personalities are the same
Just like the Raggedys, Andy and Anne.
Overall they are the same
They just have different parts.
Men's make them more arrogant ...
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